But what avayleth evermore to sowe
The precyous stones amonge gruntynge hogges?
Draffe unto them is more meter I trowe.
Let an hare and swyne be amonge curre dogges;
Though to the hares were tyed grete clogges,
The gentyll beast they wyll regarde nothyng,
But to the swyne take course of rennyng.
To cloke the sentence under mysty figures,
By many colours as I make relacyon,
As the olde poetes covered theyr scryptures,